Birds of a Feather

It has been dull and misty all day, and I couldn't think of anything worth blipping close to home. It is very rare that I drive somewhere to walk the dog, as I have nice countryside from my door, but today I drove to the river, just for a change.

The black headed gulls (in their white - headed winter guise) were out in force. It would seem this gang have set up at the rugby club, while another gang have a stake out across town at the football club. I wonder if their loyalties are as strong as us humans.

This lot on the cross bar reminded me of my girlfriends, keeping a beady eye on proceedings, looking for a bit of gossip...

From the left:
"You'll never guess what Mandy did at the weekend?"
"Well I phoned her on Friday and she never mentioned anything to me."
"Never! Really. What did she wear?"
"No, not with those boots! You know what I call them?"
"Who did you go with Mandy?"

Me: " I'm saying nothing!"

"Aha, you know what girls? That says it all!!! "